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   Chapter 6 Arcaically

Daredevil By Natasha Larson Characters: 6299

Updated: 2018-06-04 18:23

Slowly the buzz of the room died and people started to leave the building. They were most likely waiting out the cops below. A posse of emo looking teens wouldn't be the most unusual thing in 2018, but there was no point in taking more risks than necessary.

I caught Darren chatting up the girls while they laughed at his flirtatious humour. At first, I though someone was dying because they were laughing so hard. They reminded me of leaches; grasping at any revealed skin for some fresh blood. Gross.

Dora was talking with some other people so I figured I wouldn't bother her. I looked around, trying to find someone to talk to, when my eyes landed on Greg. He looked somewhat sullen as he watched everyone else have fun. I frowned and approached him. I was the only one wearing colour and I felt somewhat weird.

"People-watching?" I inquired, leaning against the wall beside him. He glanced down at me emotionlessly before nodding and looking up again. "Why don't you talk to any one?"

He sighed exasperatedly and kept looking at the people. "Communication is hard and people take effort."

"I mean, I relate to that a little more than I should, but sometimes it's fun." I told him truthfully. "Sure, some people make you want to tear the skin off your own face and shove it down their throat, but others are rather pleasant."

Greg's head snapped towards me and I gasped at myself. Did I just use face flesh as reference?

"Dora's already rubbed off on me." I muttered under my breath.

"You met Dora?" Greg asked me, suddenly interested in the conversation.

I smiled as I replied. "Yeah, do you know her?" Greg let out a booming laugh before looking down at me with a happy glint in his eyes.

"I'm surprised that you managed to handle her." He said honestly as more people passed us to get to the elevator.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, turning my body

e boys that were watching her. She stood on a table, swaying her hips in a manner the boys probably though was sexy, but I was pretty sure she was just too drunk to stand up straight.

I rushed over to her and announced: "Alright ladies and gentlemen, show's over." Everyone booed, but nevertheless went back to their party.

"Hey, what'd you do that for, Faith?" Molly asked me, pouting. I helped her down from the table with a struggle on her part and helped her walk to the front of the house. I didn't answer her, I just grabbed the keys out of her pocket and found her car. "Faith."

I turned to her and she clutched her stomach. I took a deep breath and held her hair back. I lead her to a bush nearby, poor neighbour, and she unloaded the toxic contents of her stomach. Right on the flowers. Great.

When she was finished, I found the stash of napkins I hid in her car just for this occasion and wiped her face clean of puke. She groaned as the headache kicked in and I drove us back to the dorm.

I helped her into bed and she smiled up at me. "Thank you, Faith." I gave her a grimace and left her to sleep. I dug out the Advil and a glass of water. I left both on her night side table and seemed the comfort of my own bed.

What a day.

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